I’m just trying to live my life, you see,
and by that I mean, I’m so ready for bed
I could cry.
I feel like crying, but I won’t.
It feels like the walls are caving in.
I feel like I’m caving in.
School, work, homework, clean … sleep?
Time is slipping between my fingertips.
Where is all my time going?
I get it. Same old spiel.
24 hours in a day, what can you not do?
Yet I’m finding it hard to breathe.
I don’t remember the last time I ate anything.
These basic things seem so small
when they ask what you want to do with your life.
When you’re sitting in a small room just trying
to get through the day.
It feels like you’ve shoved yourself in a glass jar
while everyone plus time is trying to take a
sledge hammer to it,
while you’re just trying not to cry,
while you’re just trying to find the motivation
to stay awake,
while all you really want to do is just go to bed.
I guess what I’m saying here is,
I’m just ready to go to bed.
And by that I mean, I’m just so tired
I feel like I could cry
but I won’t.